Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Funky Four + One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.